I'm sick.
My throat is sore. My glands are incredibly swollen. My nose is running like a faucet.
Ordinarily I'd have a double rehearsal tomorrow, plus a few more hours on Saturday, but I'd decided incipient laryngitis means I get to email my choir director and beg off. Because hell hath no fury like a group of professional singers who have been infected with laryngitis.
Tomorrow night, I'm going to the opera to see La Boheme--but it's OK because Mimi dies at the end, anyway.
Diet and Fitness update: I'm kind of tired of being on a diet, but I don't really have much of an appetite because I can't smell or taste anything. So that's good. I guess.
And if you think this entry is lackluster, stay away from today's Mamarazzi post.
Again with the awesome labels! Though I'd be tempted to go with "I Feel Shitty, Oh So Shitty" just for the rhyme.
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better soon.
I like the labels, also. When I was doing Weight Watchers, we were sick the entire winter. And each week that I had one of those illnesses where you barely eat anything for days, I'd go to my weigh-in expecting amazing things. And those were always my worst weeks. Go figure.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should make yourself some zero points soup. Hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteEven when you're sick and crabby, Poppy, you are light years better than P-Diddley or whatever he's calling himself these days. I hope you feel better, esp. in time for the opera.
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